Take It There - Screwball

What what what what

Yeah yeah

Who the fuck want it?

Yeah yeah, set it off niggas

Transform transform

Yo, I’m at cha’ll niggas, assault and battle y’all niggas

My gat splatter niggas, my style dazzle niggas

Screwball empire, Poet spit fire (Fire)

Niggas wanna die, come try’a…piledriver

My family’s Hydra, but we smoke HY-DRO

Mixed with the chronic, some niggas sniff blow

Some niggas smoke dust, fuck around get bust

Severly touched, crushed, your times up

Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew’s weak

When the smoke clears, I’ll be there, standin on my two feet

With the mic in one hand, and the otha my heat

Represent Vernon, tenth, and twelth street

Man, I brake a broom stick off in yo' ass

For long cash, Screwball blasts the raw facts

And its long lastin, yeah

A lot of crews are soft like puddy

They see me they runnin from me, my rhymes they study

Subject, art of descruction, come to reck

Wanna give props to Mercy for your blood XX XX drops

Set it on my man Phil, then my eyes get chinky

Here’s kinky, then I’m ghost like blinky

I’m PacMan, lyrics thats written by a mad man

And my grip is like a mental asyllum when I write 'em

Ignite 'em like a bullet from my Glock when you pull it

To all pieces, after the rough shit releases, yeah

Chorus: Screwball and Capone

(Do what?) Pushin' weight back (Nigga we’ll win)

(What, what) clack clack clack clack (Screwball)

(We're the illest) Can you dig that?

(I can dig that)

You didn’t know, only time keep 'em villians (Take it there)

I wanna hurt something (Nigga we’ll win) I wanna hurt something

Don’t make me do something (We're the illest) (What)

Pull the curtains on 'em (Yeah yeah yeah)

You didn’t know, only time keep 'em villians

Yo, understand this I aim rich, aim stainless steel

Aim at the beast when the game get real

Yo, them corna’s I been played, got schooled by fiends

Said the streets is still watched through closed curtains and screens

QB is like the villian’est life, all across the world thugs, pushers, pimps

And whores

From a blimp I glimpse at the walls

Tears fall, and radioactive street thugs hearin me callin

To you my name respect the game, ?sixty days home?

Copped the buggy, showed me the love, ghetto niggas gotta love me

Pop the bubbly y’all, salute the reign of QB (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Aiyyo, you niggas sleepwalkin out here, a technicality

Nigga we blaze infront of the kids 'cuz thats how foul it be

I shit on you, take you to the flicks, put a hit on you

Dump ya head in popcorn, turn around and spit on you

I take it there, with ghetto po' niggas, who never had nothin

We hangin in the club just to bag som’thin

Catch a rolly mercin out about to crash som’thin

So just get the fuck up out this life unless you have som’thin

You don’t hustle around, you wouldn’t mind time

Bitch you ain’t a dime, if you ain’t improvin mine

Who y’all, I see through y’all

Fuckin with Kyron, you fuckin Screwball

We do some real ugly shit to y’all

The reign of QB (Salute this shit)

Screwball (Screwball nigga)

Capone 'n' Noreaga

Thugged out (Thugged out)

Kno’imsayin?

(Hear me?)

Y’all get this money, or we get that thug shit poppin

Kno’imsayin?

Its our fuckin world